I am mentally and emotionally exhausted. And it has nothing to do with work.
I find my family incredibly taxing at the moment. I am doing all the mental work for this family of three adults living under one roof, and another adult living in another country.
And if I mention how I feel, I am lambasted and put down. So I keep quiet, and spiral deeper into this deep dark hole of feeling alone and unappreciated and overwhelmed. But mostly just unbearably alone. Because, of course, each of them have their own social lives now. I spend my free time doing the admin for running this house, so I don’t really have time for anything extra. Or the emotional capacity for anything, really.
I did complain not too long ago that I am too happy, and that happiness is the muse killer. Maybe this is just what the muse ordered.